when are white people gonna learn that there’s no racial slur that means white person



Of city lights dulling the stars
Of clouds blurring the moon’s light
Wind whispering,
Lake water glistening
The hustle is on - night walkers listening,
Boats on the waterfront,
Swaying to the rhythm of parties ending
Glowing smartphones,
Drunken johns to whores condescending,
Pimps lurking
Waiting to pick their pockets empty
Voices hoarse
Liqour bottles refracting the glimmers of a dying dull night
Cigarettes got their throats launching rockets
The half buzzed society
Your ancestors from the sixties would be proud
Your next high your Vietnam
What the fuck is a Syria?
When your Siri’s too serious to say ass?
Siri, say twerk that ass?
The john comes out smiling.
Walks away stumbling.
Ten minutes later still no Sally
Quick, call the police
Shadows diffusing into the darkness
There was no witness
Interred at the public acres
Look at what her friends made her
Jane Doe
Find favor in the eyes of the maker
Flowers left by a stranger.
In the spring shine,
Darkness lingers.
In the glare of city lights,
Darkness lingers.


Social Media and Local Politics

One of my friends is working on a school project concerning the use of
social media during Kenya’s last election.
More power to her but really …

My view on this is is that the use of Social Media in Kenyan electioneering
is mostly a cosmetic endeavour. These our politicians were only online
because it’s the hot thing in our third world setup. The most obvious
evidence of this is that most of their accounts went silent as soon as the
elections were over.

The reality of the situation is that the bulk of local voters are mostly
rural up-country folk that rely on the soil for their sustenance. Yes, the
much vaunted African mobile revolution has reached them, but no, they are
not scrolling through the TL looking for hot gossip. These are the real a
dollar a day folk that you’ve heard of. They mostly have a basic education
(or none at all) and that cheap Nokia they’re brandishing was probably
bought by an urbanite relative.

Their political views are mostly dictated by their tribe and it’s
accompanying rumor mongering, stereotypes and unfounded superstition. The
local slightly better educated few mostly translate news broadcasts in
these aforesaid prejudices. The politicians are totally aware of this and
that is why, in the age of the internet, they do not shy away from
obviously tribal alliances.

So really then, what was the impact of social media in Kenya’s last
election? I do not seek to contend that social media did not have some sort
of influence. What I’m saying is that, it’s impact was tempered, first of
all, by it’s limited use by upwardly mobile Kenyans who just happen to be
residents of urban centers. And secondly, by already preexisting prejudices
(tribalism et al).

The first point is self explanatory, while the second is quickly proven by
looking at online conversations about current political news. The
overwhelming reactions are, almost to a man, predictable according to the
tribe of the Tweeps in question.

The politicians were/are quite aware of this and their social media teams
exploited it to the fullest. Supporters of certain candidates were quickly
hearded into groups and suitable derogatory hashtags were quickly found to
insult them and disparage their political choice. Rival teams would form
Facebook pages just to insult each other. And their opposites would visit
these pages to throw back insults in the comments sections.

Blog posts were quickly created and shared to spread propaganda and cheaply
disguised tribal hatred.

A more experienced reader might say that this indeed applies to political
situations worldwide. A white Southern blogger is less likely to support an
Obama initiative as compared to a white Notherner. True, but my point here
is that the use of social media in the Kenyan election cycle did not have
any visible impact on the already established local voting habits.

Bribery is rife in upcountry electioneering. A sad reminder of days gone
past when we sold our brothers into slavery for beads and mirrors. What the
rural voter needs isn’t more connectivity, it is civic education.

My cynicism refuses to accept the thought that my generation is
detribalized. I’ve been supremely embarrassed by my peers who were quick to
pour out tribal vitriol in their pages in reaction to political
developments. A previously apparently cool person just disintegrates to a
stone age mindset as soon as an affront is thrown towards their candidate
of choice.

This is not to say that social media isn’t benefiting us politically. I
think it’s biggest achievement, like elsewhere in the world, is that it has
created an alternative news channel. In Kenya’s very insular mass media
fraternity, this has been of great advantage. We are exposed to issues and
government ongoings that regular news outlets would never have reported due
to entrenched relationships between reporters and politicians. A recent
study showed that the new government has lower approval rating in urban
areas than in rural areas. Can this be attributed to social media? Possibly.


Signs of the times

In the last one hour I learnt that Wentworth Miller came out the closet. I
also read that Bradley Manning prefers to be known as Chelsea Manning. He
said he’s always been a woman.


As an African I’m aware that the West has been making moves to make
acceptance of homosexuality a condition for receiving aid. As a habitual
user of the WWW and a denizen of the subsequent Global Village, I’m also
very much aware of what some commentators have refered to as the “gay

So here goes my humble analysis of these two news bits.

1. Wentworth Miller

A. If you were a fan of Prison Break, then I’m sure you were/are in awe of
Michael Scofield. We all admired how he used brains and sheer willpower to
out smart a conspiracy weaved at the upper most echelons of government.

B. You are also probably aware of most people’s aversion to “the system”.
People talk about how the system is engineered to keep them away from
prospering. Most people say that as an excuse. But those that are aware
KNOW what’s up with “the system”.

C. Well, here was Scofield using nothing but brains to beat the system.
This one concept, IMO, is the one key reason for Prison Break’s run away
success. All of us wanted to be Scofield. And the emo tatts were a great
touch too lol (I’m straight!).
We identified with the David vs. Goliath scenario because, in our own
little worlds, we all are Davids, right?

And David actually won!
And David is gay.

You probably want to ask me to separate the character (Scofield) from the
actor (Mr. Miller). But then I’d remind you that the less sophisticated pop
culture enthusiast probably can’t differentiate either of the two.

What we have here is a situation where a partaker of this commodity (Prison
Break) is being put in a position where he/she is forced to review their
reservations about Homosexuality(Mr. Miller) as seen through the prism of
their previous admiration of their hero (Scofield).
The desired outcome of this reevaluation is probably : Scofield was cool so
Wentworth Miller is cool too so therefore, being gay isn’t so bad after all.

3. Bradley Manning

Breaking this bit down would probably require a regurgitation of what I
typed above so I’ll just summarize.

Mr. Manning stuck his middle finger up at the U.S military establishment by
leaking classified information. There is a popular consensus that Mr.
Manning was right to reveal all that he did. His prosecution did not argue
about the substance of his revelations, they went after the act of
revealing secret information. He won the moral high ground in this case.

Classic David vs. Goliath situation.
And David won.
And, guess what? David has always harboured transsexual ambitions!

Here we have a true hero of this our information age. We have acknowledged
his patriotism not only to his country but also to the rest of us, the
people of this epoch. A champion of the right to know. But our champion
wants to be a tranny so bad.

What to do? Chelsea is apparently an inherent part of Mr. Manning. Reject
Chelsea, you reject Bradley Manning and all that appertains to him.

Once again, we are forced to review our reservations about the LGBT tide in
the light if this new information. Here is a person who we admire and this
is who he is.

How can you accept one part and reject the other? It is almost impossible!

Or is it?

I’ll let you form the conclusion of this post in your mind.


I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.
Elizabeth Scott (via paveo)



It hurts to see how many Muslims on this website make ignorant statements such as: “Alhamdullilah I am not white”.

What kind of nonsense is this? Statements like these hurl people 1400 years back into the times of Jaahiliyah.




Junius Stinney was the youngest person in America to be executed on death row in 1944 at age 14. He was quickly accused by the (white police) of ‘killing’ two little (white girls) with lack of evidence. His conviction and sentencing opened and closed in one day. There were no witnesses called and there was no transcript of the trial details and black people were not allowed inside the courtroom during that time.
[I always repost this because i don’t want anyone to forget about him!]


Junius Stinney was the youngest person in America to be executed on death row in 1944 at age 14. He was quickly accused by the (white police) of ‘killing’ two little (white girls) with lack of evidence. His conviction and sentencing opened and closed in one day. There were no witnesses called and there was no transcript of the trial details and black people were not allowed inside the courtroom during that time.

[I always repost this because i don’t want anyone to forget about him!]


I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.

(via johnsteinbeck-)

oh fuck, i feel like i just got stabbed in the gut.

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oh my god

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I have literally never felt more connected to a piece of writing in my life.

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Azealia Banks started firing shots at A$AP Nast, so he tweeted a pic of her giving head…Nast wins.

My advice: don’t take pictures with a dick in your face.



avoiding going to sleep to avoid the emptiness you know you’ll feel when you wake up.


I speak here of poetry as the revelation or distillation of experience, not the sterile word play that, too often, the white fathers distorted the word poetry to mean - in order to cover their desperate wish for imagination without insight.

For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action.

–Audre Lorde, Poetry is Not a Luxury (via nps2013)
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